Dressed as the hero Bai Yueguang, I defeated the villain

Chapter 70

Ever since Yan Shijun returned to Luoxiao Palace, he rarely smiled.

The gap between the two people seems to be getting bigger and bigger, no one is going to explain, and no one is arguing, as if this gap is inherent in existence and cannot be smoothed over, even arguing is meaningless.

Xing Yu often saw Shen Chichuan standing at the door of the Nightless Palace for a long time, and then slowly leaving alone, his back was covered with frost and snow, full of loneliness.

After Yan Shijun held back in the Nightless Palace for a few days, he finally followed Yan San out of the house. Yan San kept chirping and chirping along the way to enlighten him, but in the end, Yan Shijun said "hmm" as if his soul had come out of his body.The two walked all the way, Yan Shijun insisted on going to the back mountain, but Yan San couldn't resist going with him.The back mountain passes through the martial arts field, and it is a cliff. If you look along the edge of the cliff, you can see Shura Road below.The cold wind, wrapped in an uncontrollable bloody smell, swept from bottom to top, and penetrated into the tip of the person's nose.Yan Shijun suddenly remembered the pungent smell of blood in the town that day, and almost vomited it out.

Seeing that he was not feeling well, Yan San helped him to sit down.Immediately, several warriors were seen coming from the direction of the dungeon carrying a man covered in blood and scars.The man was still wearing the now tattered black robe specially made by Luoxiao Palace, his head was hanging lifelessly on his chest, as if his neck was a useless connecting device, he could barely support his head from falling off.The iron chains on his body were directly embedded into the flesh and blood, the welt marks on his chest were clearly visible, his legs were severely beaten and disabled, and he was dragged across the ground by his arms like an animal, with a gap in his knee , you can see that the bones inside have been misaligned.

Yan Shijun, who has lived in a socialist legal country for 19 years, has never seen this before, and his heart palpitates.

"He... what crime did he commit?"

Several warriors saluted Yan Shijun respectfully: "Madam, this man is a traitor captured from Dongshan."

Yan Shijun closed his eyes, not letting himself look.

The warriors dragged the man to the edge of the cliff, looking down at Shura Dao, the scarlet blood stained the entire rocky mountain wall, and the blood flowed into rivers on the ground, never dry it all year round.At the bottom are nine wolf dogs. The wolf dogs raised their heads and grinned at the edge of the cliff, revealing their sharp fangs.After seeing the scene under the cliff, the man who was held up seemed to come back to life, bursting out with great strength, struggling to get up and escape, crying tears and blood all over his face mixed and washed away. Next, desperately begging for mercy: "Master, I beg you, please forgive me, please forgive me, don't throw me down, please, please..."

This struggle was undoubtedly pointless. The warriors kicked him down mercilessly. A sharp scream came from under the cliff, followed by the sound of human bones being crushed. Then, the contented howling of the wolfhound came from below.Yan Shijun's legs went limp, and he knelt directly on the ground.

Xing Yu has been secretly following behind to protect them, and when he saw Yan Shijun collapsed on the ground, he rushed over and helped him up from the ground.

Yan Shijun looked at Xing Yu with empty eyes: "Tell me, what did that person do?"

Xing Yu pursed his lips, but said it anyway: "He was originally under Dongshan Lord, and Dongshan Lord secretly raised a group of dead soldiers. Since Dongshan Lord died, it is reasonable to say that those dead soldiers should all be wiped out. That's right, but there have been dead men appearing around Luoxiao Palace recently, and the leader has interrogated him for three days and three nights to get all the information he can get, people are worthless, so naturally..."

Just be damned.

In this world, death seems to be a very indifferent thing.

Yan Shijun's brain was stabbed, and his mind sank into whiteness, and the system changed into Yan Shiqing's appearance again, with an AI-like stiff face that did not fit Yan Shiqing's personality at all.

"You shouldn't be tempted." This was the first sentence AI Yan Shiqing said to him.

If in the past, the system never asked too much, and would not restrict too much, it seems that the only thing the system has is a series of unreliable operations and emotionless task notifications. This is the first time it has made an exception to manage Yan Shijun state of mind.

It seems to be Yan Shijun's illusion, he felt that the system sighed, and said: "Shen Chichuan is a villain, and will always be a villain, murderous, bloodthirsty, indifferent, ruthless, he can treat you differently when he is temporarily tempted Treat each other, but if you have no effect on him, your end will not be any better than that person just now."

Yan Shijun's movement of sitting on the ground remained unchanged, his eyes stared blankly at the ground for a long time, and he slowly uttered a sentence: "I don't believe it."

He didn't believe that the man who could notice his preferences and tolerate him unconditionally was like this.

The system sighed: "Shen Chichuan was created by this system, no one knows it better than me."

"Anyone who threatens him, no matter who they are, he will not let go, and anyone who is useless to him, he will not even take a look."

The system said the last sentence to him: "This is the advice of this system."

After all, Yan Shijun's mind flashed, everything no longer existed, and his vision blurred.

"Young master? Young master!" Yan San's voice came anxiously.

But Yan Shijun completely fainted.

During this period, Yan Shijun had many dreams. He dreamed that the town was full of corpses and blood flowed into rivers. He dreamed of the ugly and terrifying faces of the nine wolf dogs of Shura Dao, devouring people mercilessly, and then the camera shot Turning around, he dreamed of Shen Chichuan's thin and cool back, lightly ordering him to return to the Shura Tao.

When he woke up, it was already dark, and what kept haunting his mind were the boundless bloodstains in the dream and Shen Chichuan's back.

Xing Yu stood in front of the bed, watching Yan Shijun staring blankly at the curtain above his head since he woke up, and asked worriedly: "Young Master Yan, do you have any discomfort in your body, are you hungry, do you want to eat something?"

Yan Shijun shook his head stiffly, and stood up with difficulty, only to realize that Xing Yu was the only person guarding the room.

"Where's Yan San?"

Xing Yu shook his head: "He entrusted me to take care of you. I was in a hurry and didn't know what to do. I was worried that you would come first."

Yan Shijun's right eyelid twitched violently, which made his heart flustered a little, and he always felt that something was wrong.

Before he had time to worry, Yan Shijun saw a familiar figure appearing at the door and slowly moved over from the door.

He was very familiar with the figure, but Yan Shijun clearly felt a strange sense of disharmony, as if the person in front of him was not Yan San, but someone took Yan San's shell, and the core inside had been replaced long ago.

"Yan..." Yan Shijun just opened his mouth, before he finished speaking, he swallowed the word "three" forcefully, because he saw that Yan San's eyes were strangely white.